Jiang Yan Hai couldn't help sighing to himself as he left the building. These mercenaries were sometimes ridiculously easy to fool—far easier to manipulate than people like Ma Yun Fei.
Of course, that was also because they had fought alongside him at Ma Yun Fei's place, and he had saved their lives. That was why they had no reason to suspect him. Besides, Black Lion had probably obtained information somewhere—perhaps from an intelligence trading website—identifying him as Kevin Liu.
Putting those thoughts aside, Jiang Yan Hai dashed toward the harbor like an ordinary man.
"Me, Chinese, Chinese." Jiang Yan Hai pointed at himself and shouted at the guard by the gate.
The guard hesitated. They could understand at least some Chinese, and after Jiang Yan Hai shouted a few more phrases in Chinese, the man let him in.
Even though he did not have any identification on him.
But there were Chinese people inside at the moment, so the guards simply let him through. Verifying identities was not their responsibility.
Once inside, Jiang Yan Hai immediately ran toward the naval area. The place was full of refugees, so he blended in without much trouble. Boarding the ship, however, was out of the question.
But he did not need to board it. He spotted a suited counselor speaking with a colonel, while Armed Police officers kept people away nearby.
Jiang Yan Hai slowly moved closer.
"...Without United Nations authorization, our combat personnel cannot enter."
"At the Chinese-funded Factory in Sangkuja Town, there are still forty-seven Chinese employees. More importantly, Dr. Chen from the African aid team is fifty-five kilometers away. He is the terrorists' primary target!"
"The route from Lochino to Saint Fran has been completely sealed off. Without United Nations authorization, our combat personnel are forbidden from entering the combat